Last Rites

As those flowers fold

and fade, the sun offers warmth –

a final goodbye.

                                                         JDG

All Set

As I come and go

that field of bright sunflowers

smiles back at me.

                                                  JDG

 

Upon Awakening

No breeze, just a strange,

almost breathless stillness this

hot August morning.

                                                    JDG

July

 July, why can’t you

 pretend to be April like

February did?

                                        JDG

A Brief Pandemic Brief

H-O-N-0-R,

P-R-O-T-E-C-T,

G-R-E-E-T.

                                                                                                                                                    JDG

(with thanks to LuAnne Holder for introducing

me to alphabiku, a form of haiku)

Nature Sings

Blackberry bushes,

magnolia trees, and daisies –

Spring chorus in white.

                                            JDG

Seeing Whole

Both dark clouds and white

cover the sky today. Still,

the sunlight seeps through.

                                           JDG